Dm  Dm7  Dm7/C  Bb  Dm7/C  Dm7

[Verse 1]
Dm7                  Dm
I wanna ride the hydraulics
Dm7
Lit up like the North Star
Dm7/C                                   Bb
I wanna wallow in the spoils before the crowd
Db/C               Dm7
I wanna play my guitar
Dm7                  Dm
Not gonna sit up and beg
Dm7          Dm
Not gonna do tricks
Dm7/C                     Bb
Not gonna stand here on a sound stage
Bb/A               A
Tethered to a crucifix

Dm

[Hook]
Dm
The ride's over
Dm7/C  Gm
I      know
    Bb               Gm
But I'm not ready to go

Dm

[Verse 2]
Dm7                                   Dm
I wanna flash my pastel colors by the rail
Dm7
On a windy day at Pimlico
Dm7/C                                                    Bb
Don't want to write songs with this clown they set me up with
Db/C                            A
In a Los Angeles rehearsal studio

Dm7                       Dm
Not gonna tour with Trent Reznor
Dm7                           Dm
Third of three, bottom of the bill
Dm7/C                                 Bb
You can't pay me to make that kind of music
Bb/A                   A
Not gonna swallow that pill


[Hook]
Dm7
The ride's over
Dm7/C  Gm
I      know
    Bb               Gm
But I'm not ready to go

D5  Dsus2  D  Dsus2  D5  Dsus2  D5
D  G  Em  D
D  G  Em  D

[Verse 3]
D
Maybe dad is right
G
I'm still young
Em                          D
And I can write C++ just as good as anyone
D
I know this guy at Lucasarts
G
He says they're looking for hands
Em
In fifteen years I'll be throwing back beers
D
With my feet in the sand

[Outro]
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Dm7  Dm  Dm7  Dm7/C  Bb  Bb/C  Dm7
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